I feel stupid and small, but somehow I'm not handling this separation as well as I've been able to in the past. Normally I get, as you say, anticipatory anxiety before you go away, but I usually collect myself by the time you actually leave town. At the very least I'm able to distract myself or numb out.

This time no such luck: You're gone and I'm all nervous stomach and eye twitches and crying jags. Oh, and glorious random anger at other people, too.

I know it's only a week--just 2 meetings--but it feels like complete torture. I guess we both know what that means...the mommy crush has finally taken over completely. Blech.

Hurry home? But do have a lovely time...I know you need and deserve it.